MONEY HEIST SEASON 1 PROMPTS. ( A collection of dialogue based roleplay prompts. Feel free to change the pronouns and alter the sentences as you wish. )
And then they’ll kill you.
You’re dead, anyway.
For fuck’s sake….
For fuck’s sake, man.
Come on, man.
On your knees.
Please, don’t kill me.
Don’t look at me.
Don’t fucking look at me.
What the hell was that?
Calm down, Jesus!
Calm down. Have some fucking strength, or we won’t get out alive, right? You have to give it some balls.
Shut up, shut up.
Thanks. Tell them you killed me and you got rid of the body.
I’ve got the fingerprint. Nobody will get in. I’ll hide. Tell them you killed me.
There’s not a single drop of blood.
Shoot me in the hand.
Shoot me in the shoulder.
The shoulder is so close to the lung. I can’t do it.
In my thigh, it bleeds a lot. I’ve seen it.
My brother got hurt with an iron and he bled a lot. Come on. Come.
Bite my hand if you want.
Have you got bad aim or do blondes get you nervous?
If she grabs your knee and begs you not to kill her, it’s not easy.
Why didn’t you kill her?
You’re a fucking bastard.
You don’t want to stain your hands with blood, but you stain mine.
If you ever touch me again, you’re dead.
There’s a coal boiler in the basement. Put her inside.
Later you’ll clean all this.
I need to know if you’re going to surrender.
When you were a child, what games did you play in the playground?
I played ladybirds too. I was very good at that.
Some of us played cops and had to catch the others and when they got you, they got you, but I don’t remember a single child in that playground who surrendered before he was caught.
Children in the school playground do not risk going to prison for 8 or 16 years.
You’re right. You’re absolutely right.
That’s why I asked my mates.
We’re enthusiasts.
Finally we’ve decided to go for the zero years in prison.
Is it familiar? It’s the one seized nine months ago with 2,800 kilos of cocaine.
You only have two choices. One: to punish us. Two: to save lives.
And I’m afraid you can’t choose both things.
I hate the sea, the fish and the sand on the beach.
We’re bringing that lorry to get them out of that mouse trap.
It’ll be easier for us in the open field.
Let’s get the vehicles ready with narcotic gas.
What plan is better than going out with the eight millions of the safe vault?
They’re printing their own unmarked money.
Be careful.
Has it got delayed opening, like the other one?
It was caused by a hostage who didn’t follow my rules and tried to contact… using this phone.
We said no victims.
She had a phone. What should I have done, give her some lashes?
Scare her, not kill her. Cut her an ear, like in the movies.
If she had given information to the police about how many and where we are, now you’d be the one having been shot.
When they notice there’s a hostage missing, we won’t be here.
Are you telling me about the rules?
You, who due to your affair with this jerk almost killed an officer?
We must call him and tell him.
Boy.
Do you know how music was invented?
Don’t touch me, they’re gases.
And the saturated fats they give us to eat there.
What’s the matter?
If everything goes well, I’m taking my son to a country whose name we can’t even pronounce.
Are you staying alone in this mouse trap?
Have you killed that woman?
It’s an anxiety attack. Lie him down. Lie him down.
Nobody was hurt. Okay?
It’s a rollercoaster.
Are you pointing at me with your gun?
Look, this is urgent, you took away my phone.
You’re like a built-in wardrobe.
Don’t know what happened to me.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Where must all that end?
You’re fucking brute.
I left it because I suffered from claustrophobia.
It was due to the nerves..
What can I say? It was exciting.
In the end, we worry a lot about many things and we shouldn’t give so much importance to things. In the end…
Well, actually… nothing’s fine.
Everything… is quite bad. Fucking awful, I’d say.
We’ll cover the bleeding and see how you progress, okay?
Just like when we were kids and played that Operation game…
Well, it can’t have more contraindications than a bullet.
Listen, the reality is that… it doesn’t start with a smack.
You killed her, jesus. She was innocent.
See who that man is and what’s he doing here.
She had checkmated most probably.
The spokesman in the shadow has described as deplorable and shameful that diplomatic relations take precedence over the life of eight Spanish adolescents.
Are you sure?
You killed her, motherfuckers.
Hurry up.
Water, water, please.
I want to infiltrate the medical team.
No. Somebody’s getting in, but not you.
Sure. There’s always someone better than me for everything.
I can get there and, at a glance, know how many they have, what type and if they’re fake or not.
We can know who the robbers are.
You’re right.
You’ll come with me and cover the doctors.
I heard a shot before.
The police. They shot a hostage.
Who?
Who did the police shoot?
The manager of the factory.
Did the police kill them?
Is he alive?
With his team.
He’ll have surgery and will be saved.
You must tell him I’m alive.
You must tell him
Because you’ll be fine and he will as well, okay?
Come on. Let’s have a look at the wound.
Calm down.
He is going to blame himself. I took the phone because he told me to.
And that now I’m dead because of him.
You must tell him I’m alive, okay?
And his son too
Are you pregnant?
Very well.
Congratulations.
I’ve decided to get our officers inside the building.
I’ll do it by taking advantage of the medical intervention.
I celebrate these decisions you make during ambulance rides.
But my presence here responds only to the government’s wish that there isn’t a violent outcome.
Wow!
The CNI officer has suddenly become a pacifist.
Weren’t you the one who wanted to get the tanks in there?
I wanted to catch them by surprise. Finish with this soon.
But now the priority is zero victims.
So I advise to negotiate and wait.
It must suck a lot being here all day believing you’re the best, not having to make any decisions, right?
Like being in a hostage crisis talk show.
Inspector, I’m not going to bite because I understand at a certain age hormones take over inside.
As you’ll understand, I have to inform about all this.
Of course.
So far the kidnappers have always been ahead of us.
Everything was planned. Except this shot.
It’s the first thing not according to plan.
And we must take advantage.
The only way to get in without being detected by their cameras is to advance along this tube in the subsoil that leads straight to the basements.
It’s the ventilation nozzle.
It was added seven months ago to release the heat from the presses.
It’s a work in progress.
I’ve been thinking about you. And everything we did wrong.
Don’t think about it, darling. Not now.
I know we’re not fine. We haven’t been fine for some time.
I’ve neglected you and our children. I’ve been selfish.
I promise all that’s going to change, you hear me?
It’s always been you since the day I met you.
Are you ready?
Well, they’re ready.
Put on your masks!
And with me! Rock and roll!
Move forward.
Your hands on your head and legs apart.
We’re frisking you.
Get him out of here, please.
The one with glasses is the cop.
Whose is this one?
Is this tune familiar to any of you?
What has happened?
What are you doing?
We’ve all heard the shots.
I’ve asked you what the hell has happened.
Not here.
We said no victims.
She had a phone. What should I have done, give her some lashes?
Scare her, not kill her. Cut her an ear, like in the movies.
If she had given information to the police about how many and where we are, now you’d be the one having been shot.
But you’d keep your ear.
Who shot?
Too much hot blood.
Understood?
Calm down, the public opinion is on our side and that’s not going to change.
When they notice there’s a hostage missing, we won’t be here.
We’ll be far away.
Are you telling me about the rules?
You, who due to your affair with this jerk almost killed an officer?
I’ve got it ready. Here.
How are you? How’s your life?
Fine. Here I am.
It’s the sixth time you come to pick me up and you’ve never looked that way.
What the fuck is up?
I’ve fucked it up.
What the hell did you do?
He had lost 800 pills.
It seems they had been stolen from his car.
And he’s got a boss.
That motherfucker is a lunatic.
For the last time, go back to your position.
What are you going to do?
Shoot me?
Have you killed that woman?
Dad, what’s up? What’s up?
Dad, is it a heart attack?
Are you having a heart attack? Dad, no, no.
It’s an anxiety attack. Lie him down. Lie him down.
Excuse me. Sorry.
The shot we’ve heard before… Is anyone hurt?
Calm down, all right?
Nobody was hurt. Okay?
We only shot to dissuade an intervention. Just that
You’ve heard that Stop thinking weird things about those shots, okay? These people are robbers, not from the jihad or anything similar.
Honey, I’m sorry.
It’s a rollercoaster.
Well, which is the other one, where you get wet?
We’ve been at the amusement park. It’s so cool.
Come here, love.
You’ve violated a restraining order.
Turn around and stand against the wall.
Raquel, I’m her father. You can’t keep me away from Paula.
You’ve violated a restraining order. Turn around and stand against the wall.
You’ve already screwed up my life. Isn’t that enough?
Really?
Are you pointing at me with your gun?
Hello?
Look, this is urgent, you took away my phone.
How are you feeling?
The sky is huge, right?
Where must all that end?
Due to that shit that was eating your lungs.
But it wasn’t that.
I left it because I suffered from claustrophobia.
I couldn’t stand being in that hole.
So I started with robberies to make a living.
And I ended up in prison. Locked up, like my whole fucking life.
Are you okay? You sound strange.
Not strange.
I’m fucking great, here, in the countryside, in the open air.
I wasn’t born to be over a barrel.
And it’d be greater when we leave this place.
You know one thing?
Fuck the Maserati and they gyms.
You know what we’re going to do with our millions?
We’re going to buy an island.
So you can sleep in the raw among the palm trees.
In a hut. One hut for you, another for me.
you snore like crazy, believe me.
Put it in.
One second, okay?
Let him rest.
Finish cleaning the toilet.
And then swap your position with Helsinki and watch the hostages.
Hello.
I’m sorry. I’m a mess.
No, really, don’t worry. I don’t think I have any calls.
Let me see. Look, not even a single WhatsApp. See?
I don’t…
Excuse me, it’s not my business at all, but… is everything all right with your daughter?
I stole your phone, I frisked you, I almost arrested you, but you’re still worried about me?
Well, you took the phone accidentally.
It was due to the nerves.
And the frisk was… Well, it was funny.
What can I say? It was exciting
Anyway, then he invited me. So we’re at peace now.
In the end, we worry a lot about many things and we shouldn’t give so much importance to things. In the end…
Well, actually… nothing’s fine.
Everything… is quite bad.
Awful.
Fucking awful, I’d say.
God…
Excuse me, but… I…
No, the emergency was… my ex-husband had taken my daughter and…
Well, he’s got a restraining order for ill-treatment.
Thanks.
Let’s see.
I think we should take out…
Shall I help you?
Slowly.
Come on, almost there.
Okay, okay.
Jeez!
Okay, okay.
Careful, careful.
Okay, that’s it.
Oh, my God.
Wait.
I think we should take the bullet out.
No, no. No, there are muscles, bones and such.
You’ll make a mess.
How are you taking it out?
You can’t take it out with that.
No. Some people have bullets and they’re okay.
I’ve seen it on TV. And pieces of glass… It’s all right.
We’ll cover the bleeding and see how you progress, okay?
I brought loads of antibiotics.
Painkillers, muscle relaxants… Everything.
Won’t that be bad?
I hope it doesn’t have contraindications.
Well, it can’t have more contraindications than a bullet.
I was thinking of the baby.
You’re right.
Okay, okay.
I’ll read the pamphlet and see what we do, okay?
Let me see.
“Read this pamphlet carefully before you start taking the medicine.
Keep this pamphlet, because you might need to read it again.
If you have doubts, ask your doctor or pharmacist.
This medicine has been prescribed and…
Okay.
No.
Hey. Have you got more noodles?
Not noodles. I have some rice.
It’s all right.
What are you doing? Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
Don’t open the doors!
On the floor! Now!
I have a shot.
She’s hidden.
I’m so sorry that you had gone through…
Through an experience so…
Well, if you need some kind of help, I can give you…
A phone always at your disposal, a bodyguard with glasses…
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked about something like that.
I apologise. But I see you and… And it doesn’t fit.
It’s not what I imagine when I think about…
About what? A battered woman?
Because I’ve got a gun, right?
You fall in love with a charming and intelligent man… who makes you feel the centre of the universe.
And when he asks you to change your profile picture and use a picture of your daughter, you think it’s tender.
And when he tells you not to wear a miniskirt to work, you think: "I’m a woman who works in a men’s world, he’s actually protecting me.”
Like in those horror films where somebody goes down to the basement and everybody thinks: “Don’t go downstairs. Don’t do it.”
That’s where I got the first slap. And then the second, and the third…
And finally I got the divorce.
Didn’t you report him?
No. He was a police officer, the most popular guy in the station, and I just wanted to lose sight of him.
I guess… I was ashamed to sit down in front of my boss and tell him about a year and a half of humiliation and blows.
We’re bait. They’re using us as bait.
We’re getting out due to humanity, because one of our mates needs to breathe, and I won’t tell you again.
Don’t move.
What fucking world are we living in?
Nobody’s willing to do anything for anybody, right?
One of us has an anxiety attack and you only think that you’re a bait.
Nothing’s gonna happen.
Nothing’s gonna happen, because I’m going out with you.
Why did he have an anxiety attack?
Due to shots. It was the shots, right?
It was the shots. Who did you kill? Who did you kill?
Open your fucking mouth.
Stop it.
Stop goofing around, please.
Look, it’s a fucking great day.
As you know well, I’d never have allowed this crazy thing, but right now my mates are convincing me
You only have to do one thing: be professionals.
Doesn’t this seem professional to you?
A fucking note better than the ones in the bank.
They can’t even trace it. A work of art.
I am a professional.
On your knees.
Your hands on your head.
Don’t play with me, stand up. I’m talking to you.
I need authorization.
They’re still on their knees, sir.
I’m waiting for instructions.
They’re running.
I have a shot at the kidnapper.
What the fuck are you doing?
On your knees.
Give me the green light.
They’re going to execute them.
They’re going to shoot.
I request to open fire.
Put down the gun!
They’re going to kill them.
Target’s down.
All units, stop the fire.
We’ve shot a hostage.
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